Cassiel looked around carefully before sitting down, not touching anything on the table. "Sorry if I'm interrupting. Why was I invited here, exactly?"
“I figured I tell everyone once the others get here. If they don’t show for a little bit longer I might spill the beans a little earlier,” Marco told her, smiling with wicked eyes. In truth, he could hardly resist flaunting his plans for world domination, but he kept his mouth shut for now.
Gwen giggled as one of the butterflies flitted around her head, before flying back over to one of the men. "Hello!" She smiled brightly, sitting beside the woman who had come in behind her. "I'm Gwen! You have a big house. And lots of food. Can I have some? Also why am I here? Am I supposed to know you guys?" She spoke quickly, saying a lot in a very short amount of time.
“Hello there,” Marco smiled back, before explaining, “Feel free to eat whatever you like, while we wait for the others. There should be six of us total. And no, you aren’t supposed to know anyone here.”
Cassiel sighed. Wonderful. Leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed, she studied the room carefully.
"Oh. That makes sense." Gwen thought for a moment, before dishing herself some pasta from the bowl closest to her. Taking a bite, her eyes widened as the intricate flavors hit her tongue. She swallowed quickly and said, "This is delicious! Please give my thanks to the chef that made this. They did a wonderful job!"
(I think I might want to wait until the others arrive so we don’t get too far ahead, if that sounds okay with all of you?)
(Yeah sounds great!)
“I’m actually quite interested. Rumors only tell so much,” Marco said as he cut himself a slice of pork with a levitating knife and fork. If they were going to be working together, it’d be helpful to know what exactly he was working with.
(I’m okay with waiting but I’d like to answer this first XD)
andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) nodded, creating butterflies of different colors from his hand.
“Well, to explain it easily, I can create spiritual butterflies which cause a number of effects on people. These effects vary from positive ones like healing and restoration to negative ones like causing nausea, low levels of blood loss, creating hallucinations, and traumatic memory recognition” he explained as the butterflies flew around the room, one landing on everyone’s shoulders.
Olivia arrived at the palace in her dark black carriage her door was opened by a footwoman and another helped Olivia out of the carriage. The massive black horses shifted as she left the box and the driver quickly found a place to park. Flanked by two of her guards she started for the doors her gown billowing out around her. (Every one who works for Olivia is a Female just to clarify)
“Well I do hope you aren’t poisoning me right now, that would be quite dreadful,” Marco glanced at the butterfly with a smirk. “Quite fascinating, really.” He leaned back in his chair, levitating a fork with a slice of meat on it to his mouth.
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The servants saw the carriage pull up and already began to open the doors. “Hello there, ma’am, welcome. I’m truly sorry, but your guards will have to wait in the grand entryway. If you’ll follow me, alone, I’ll bring you to the dining room where our master awaits.” A servant said as she stood back to let the woman in.
Olivia raised an eye brow but said nothing and signaled for her guards to stay put, She fallowed the servant into a large dinning hall where others were, "Well, I'm not sure what the butterfly's are for, I've never had liking for them myself but if you think it's fashionable then I'll let you make mistakes."
andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) flicked his hand towards himself once, calling the all butterflies back to him. They then phased through his body when they reached him.
“So, is this now everyone?” He turned to ask the owner of the place.
(Umm, @Lori_wants_to_sleep did you want your character to come or decline through letter? Just want to make sure before we move on)
(Decline through letter. I'm gonna be a bit busy for a while so, I think it'd be good if I just wait out the meeting (sorry!))
(No it’s all good, I just wanted to make sure I didn’t miss your post or anything)
Marco smiled, “We might as well not wait any longer. Thank you all for coming here. You see, all of us have something in common. Our little abilities.” Marco grinned, “I assure you it took a long time to dig through old records and find the rumors that faded away, so I haven’t called you all here to just sit and have a dinner party.” Marco smiled, “However, because this is important I think we might as well acquaint ourselves before I go any further. Feel free to give a fake name if you wish, but my name is Marco Soltan.”
"I'm Gwen, like I already said," Gwen announced. "Gwen Cassidy."
“andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) Carter” the suited man with a small butterfly on his shoulder introduced.
"It's Olivia, no need for you to know my last name." Olivia said examining her long pointed nails, so far this was boring, it was oh so tempting to kill the man and get this whole thing over with.
"Cassiel Marie," she told shem uncertainly, still examining the room. "You have a lot of iron in here," she observed quietly.
Already, andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) sensed a bad aura coming from the lady who didn’t say her last name. His instincts were telling him that she was more likely to be dangerous than not. He glanced at the butterfly on his shoulder before blowing it lightly, making it disappear.
“So…” he put his hands together “…why are we here?”
“Ahh, I’ve been just dying to tell you.” He gave a charming smile to the whole group. “So I’m sure you all know of how we live in a divided world. Qisa (they are in Qisa rn), the Republic of Marot, the Kavan nation, and of course the Empire of Stromine. All the little petty squabbles between the kingdoms and their governments. Doesn’t it ever bore you?” Marco raised his fork with his mind, flicking in the air as if that was the only entertaining thing to do. “Here we are, just sitting around the table. We have something the world never had before. We have magic, right at our fingertips.” Marco stood from his chair, “So tell me, why are just sitting here? Why are we sitting here like little children, when we could finally grow up and take on the world. We could unite under our power.” Marco looked each of them in the eye, “We could rule the world together. We could take on armies on our own. So tell me why we are sitting here. So that’s why I’ve brought you all here today. To propose to you an opportunity—an opportunity to rule the world.”
andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) leaned against his chair and tapped his chin in a thinking matter.
“Alright… I’ll tell something…” he sat back up straight and held out his index finger. A blue butterfly landed on his finger.
“I don’t have the slightest thought of ruling the land, however, I do have a reason to join this alliance of yours. Maybe the ruling part could be a profit of mine” he gave out the idea as the butterfly disintegrated.
“With that said, I’m in on this” he sent Marco a mischievous yet friendly grin.
Gwen looked at Marco in disbelief. "Well I am absolutely out! We'd have to fight to rule. We would have to hurt people. I don't like hurting people, especially with my powers."
Oliva looked at the child, "How do you think the current world was formed a bunch of old guy's sitting at a table drawing lines on a map? Fighting is a part of life darling, I'm in."
"Sorry, no, I can't. I actually like the world the way it is. This isn't like a 'join or die' thing, right? I don't want to anger whatever deity gave me this," she gestured to her hand. "So, unfortunately, no."
Marco narrowed his eyes slightly at the two who declined. “It’s not a join or die thing, no, but don’t think of crawling back to us once we take the world. And don’t expect mercy, either, if you get in our way.” Marco told them coldly. It didn’t matter, three would still be plenty enough. He levitated two knives, pointing them at Cassiel and Gwen, “Since you declined, though, I’m going to have to ask you two to leave.” He shooed at them with one hand.
"Hey, now, the knife really isn't necessary. I don't tend to spend my time with people who want to take over the world," Cassie rolled her eyes and walked out. Completely ridiculous. I wasted my time coming here for a madman and a few people with talents?
Gwen glared at the knife hovering in front of her face. She didn't like people threatening her, no matter who they were. "I suggest you take that knife away from my face," she said calmly. "It's a good thing I don't like hurting people otherwise you'd be dead on the floor before you could even open your mouth to scream. I'm leaving now, but you better believe I'll do whatever it takes stop you." With that, she rushed out of the room and the house before any of the them could come after her. She hated bullies, hated people who believed that they had the right to rule everything. Distracted by her anger, she didn't notice Cassiel hadn't left until she ran into her. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
Cassie nearly fell over, catching herself just in time. "It's alright," she assured her before falling silent for a moment, lost in thought. "So, you're really going to try to stop them?"
“I have to,” Gwen responded. “I can’t let them take over the world. They didn’t look like good people, and I could tell they wouldn’t rule fairly or justly. I have to stop them. As bad as our government system is now, with them it would be so much worse.”
Cassie shrugged. "I suppose. I'd do the same, but I just don't see what difference a single person with an odd ability is going to make," she said, referring to herself. "Not that I liked being threatened with a knife."